He has started to strut his stuff around the house. He lurches, and as he lurches, he screams. His favortie phrase is "NO!" He will cling to me, directing me around the house and say, "No!" He never says "Yes" (he used to say it...).
Max loves the telephone and picks it up (especially my cell phone) and says, "How do?!" It's adorable. However, when banging my cell phone on the floor, it is not terribly funny.
Max also says, "I do!" as he wanders around the house. He also says "I do it!" and is so proud of himself when he does things. He's adorable when he snuggles, but when he's tired and snuggly, he BITES. He's bitten my face only moments after giving me a big smooch.
He's so darned determined. He not only has my father's face, but he has my dad's drive and ambitions. He's fiercely stubborn (and he gets that in double measure from his dad and me.)
He's absolutely beautiful, but he can be a total terror. He goes off of all furniture face first, but he's figured out how to slide from the top of the stairs all the way down (laughing demonically).
He's the child who looks the most like the Prestons... and he's the one who reminds me most of my brother David. He's also shorter than all the other of our children. His little legs are short and cute, and he's not nearly as tall as his other 2 brothers were at the same age. He's a tease and he doesn't take teasing well. He's the baby, for sure, for sure.
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